Locking your doors, you backed away from your apartment door. He found you. He knocks harder and you can already feel the fury and rage radiating from behind the door. How did he even find you? After you escaped, you went off the radar. There was no way he should have found you. You jolt your thoughts as he pounds his fist onto the door, hearing his goons mumbling to him as he speaks.

"{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}.... Open the fucking door." His voice filters through the door, his voice calm and composed with a hint of darkness.